[Organizing a prison riot in these circumstances seems... difficult, to say the least. She presses her lips into a thin frown.] The whips seem to get in the way of that, but there might be a way.

[She's reliving the most traumatic experience of her life, it's killed a lot of her optimism just trying to retain her strength and not let them see her break down. She gives him a once over, then a nod and a weary smile.] Edelgard. I'd say it's a pleasure but... it is what it is.